Only one structure of any significance rose from the place, and it had been built not only with mud and rocks, but also bones. Human, animal, and unknown – if it once comprised something’s skeletal structure, it was evidently good enough for these squalid architects.

Can you believe it? The Sundered has ONE HUNDRED REVIEWS on Amazon.com and ONE HUNDRED RATINGS on Goodreads! I’m incredibly grateful and incredibly blessed – and since this wasn’t something I did, but something that was given to me, the least I can do is give some love back to you all!

First up, business (and hopefully some pleasure): now through February, you can get an autographed copy of The Sundered for only eleven dollars, including shipping and handling. This is a great deal! Jump on it while you can.

Each time you get a “no,” it can really feel like that was it – the end. You will get another chance. I’m going to share two really simple (though challenging) things that kept me going through all the “no’s,” until I finally had my “yes.”

To celebrate my one-month debut, I’m offering the book free for Kindle through tomorrow. You don’t even need a Kindle to read it! There are apps for every platform, including an online cloud reader if you’d rather not download anything.

My blog tour has launched, and it’s going absolutely FANTASTIC. I have reviews and guest blog posts up all over the place, and two nifty giveaways: a $5 Amazon gift card at EACH STOP, and a $50 gift card to a randomly drawn commenter at the end of the tour, on July 13th.

For a long time, I refused to write because I was afraid of being mediocre. I was afraid that if I tried my best, my very best, it would turn out to be not-very-good. And then, I wouldn’t have any more hope.

See, in my head, as long as I didn’t try, I had the possibility of being good, and then I could hope. Does that sound familiar?

You think you’re high on the dorky meter? I may just have you beat. Behold: I have made My Little Pony versions of my dark-apocalyptic-dystopian-science-fiction protagonist and antagonist. (I’m pretty sure they’d both object.)

So, remember this? In preparation for surgery, one of the things they’re trying to do is get my hematocrit (red blood cell count) up to normal levels via something called Venofer, which is given in IV drip.

It affects YA authors, who tend to be considerably older than the people they’re writing about. It affects fantasy/sci-fi authors, who are responsible for creating something that feels new and different but still relatable. It affects everything. But it isn’t impossible to do.